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“I remember turning the key and
stumbling in.
I remember all the pain but not
the source.
I say these things and I’m staring
forward;
Where do I go from here?...”
Spiking out from beneath a great
horizon
Of sheet metal, rubber and glass,
An insect graveyard lights up,
And silky pine needles
perpetrate upon the eye
In restless evocation.
It was at once a piercing blade
into the milky white flesh;
Drawing forth a salty Baltic sea
to make
Sponge squeezed eyes.
The world around seems to turn
loose its colorful gaze;
Faded behind glass--soft like a
ghost.
And you whisper sweet stillness
Which is offbeat and ridiculing.
You who some call subconscious; a
comatose telescope,
Calming the battlefield within.
Your numbness cleans me.
The storm subsides and
An American cowboy rides into the
sunset
With a sheet metal coffin
That gallops all rubbery and
smooth-like.
She’s a ridin’ now, look at her go.
You have to die to be reborn
And a coffin with some cargo can
go a long way.
So I’m waving goodbye superfluous
pre-self,
Plastic toys and pillaging dreams;
At least for today--at least for
tomorrow.
I’m on a pilgrimage
To find the glee-est of ice cream
for the soul;
The grandest of ecstasy for the
eye.
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These are my thoughts while the
blindness covers
The soft cameras in my face
And my brain is all over exposed
film.
The cliffs edge doesn’t register
as it travels
As fast forward as the phone post
flying by.
And what does register are all the
sweet
Memories that seep into the white
rays.
Strange, how many and beautiful
they are;
And piling up like an endless
blanket to rescue me;
A safety net for my heart.
“This must be where I’ve been
wanting to go
For so long”, I say as if someone
were listening.
I blink a few times peacefully
And then again strong and quick.
Friendly iridescent shapes
playfully dance before me
Or perhaps they are trying to warm
me.
But I do nothing but smile
And await my destination.
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